"You'll need to be rather soaked," Red Son said. As the suggestiveness goes right over his head. So that whole is actually a virgin thing. Sometimes these things just go over his head.
"There should be time next week. Plan evening. That's when I let the apprentices go."
There is a pause. "...that would not be remiss," he said. "Days can kind of blend together and there is enough of a rush that its hard to use it to differentiate."
She laughed. "You should know it's even more dangerous to openly invite a fae into your life." She was teasing. Night Sky was not born a fae and did not adhere to such odd pastimes. It was funny though. "Going to be stuck with me forever now."
"That seems to be what usually happens when I allow people into my life. Dragon Girls, Noodle Boys, and now Dryads," he said with a huff. "I am becoming used to it."
"Oh, almost definitely," Red Son said. "They are quite...energetic. Often its better to just let myself be dragged along because trying to rein them in is impossible."
"The more you talk about them, the more I want to meet them." She laughed. "I think that's the worst part about being pulled into realms like this... sometimes you don't get to see any familiar faces. Not that I would, I guess, unless time shenanigans happened."
"Time travel is not an impossible thing," Red Son said. "Time between this dimension and others are not linear. Though honestly I would not be surprised if they showed up. They once got lost in the middle of a massive desert and they happened to collapse right where I do test drives."
"Oh, I know. Stuff like that happened a lot in the last world I was in. People showing up from different times, alternate universes. It was weird." She cocked her head. "Test drives?"
"Yes, that seems to be a somewhat common practice. I've never understood it, it seems awfully cramp," he said. "Unless its a van, but even then."
"It varies on the kind of car it is. Most cars can get up to maybe 200 miles an hour. However, I make race cars and those can get around 400 miles per hour."
"Ah, is that what it is? Exhibitionism...it would make more sense," he said. He's had to move around a car for one reason or another and a lot of things can just jab into you.
"Oh, incredibly. That's why speed limits are usually only a max of seventy miles an hour and that's on the roads that are meant to go straight for miles upon miles. Thirty to forty-five is more the norm amongst where people live and then there are designated pathways. To handle cares going faster takes quite good reaction time," Red Son said. "And, well, that is why I test drive in a desert."
Night Sky's eyes widened. The difference between what one was supposed to do and what the cars he made were capable of was both impressive and terrifying. "Have you ever - I don't know. Lost control?"
"Oh, I've definitely crashed on test drives. That's to be expected. Weight versus handling versus speed is a fine tuned thing," Red Son said. "After a final design? The only wrecks have been because of the Dragon Girl and Noodle Boy."
"Oh no, they drove into my car," Red Son said flatly. "Using a magic enhanced vehicle so they came in fast and shattered it, used magic to rebuild their car, stealing some of my parts, and then kicked me out of it!"
"It is starting to happen a stupid amount the more time I spend with them. I have an incredibly high rate of crashes around them," Red Son said with a put upon look.
"It sounds like they're doing it on purpose- at least that one time." She said. "Good thing you're resilient, I guess. Though maybe they shouldn't be around such dangerous machines regardless."
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She smiled. "Great! I'll plan for it for... uh. Next week? After that?" How long was he going to take with the castle was the question.
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"There should be time next week. Plan evening. That's when I let the apprentices go."
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"Okay. I'll make sure to come and remind you the closer that time comes. I can't have you standing me up to make a sword or something."
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He huffed. "I know the dangers of such invitations. The Dragon Girl has done it plenty of times."
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"It varies on the kind of car it is. Most cars can get up to maybe 200 miles an hour. However, I make race cars and those can get around 400 miles per hour."
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She quirked her eyebrows upward. "Isn't that dangerous?"
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"Oh, incredibly. That's why speed limits are usually only a max of seventy miles an hour and that's on the roads that are meant to go straight for miles upon miles. Thirty to forty-five is more the norm amongst where people live and then there are designated pathways. To handle cares going faster takes quite good reaction time," Red Son said. "And, well, that is why I test drive in a desert."
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